Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I want to see a woman who wants to fuck my cock. Who has no problem showing me her body, and wants to feel this with me.”
“I do.”
He could give her the fucking world, and all he wanted in return was her loyalty. “I can show you everything you’ve only ever dreamed of, and so much you never even knew existed.”
“Yes.”
Ugly Beast held her hips and began to rock her up and down his length. She cried out as he shoved her down, going as deep as he could. He knew he was causing her a slight pulse of pain, but there was also pleasure. He’d hit the very hilt inside her.
Her nipples were so hard, and she didn’t fight to get away from him. He took her, fucking her, driving her wild, and taking everything he wanted and more.
Seeing her tits bounce with every hard thrust was a fucking dream. He wasn’t going to last, not this time. He was too primed and ready from having her lips wrapped around him.
Abriana held his shoulders and moved up and down his length. He was no longer guiding her, but showing her what she wanted as well as him.
Leaning forward, he took one of her tits into his mouth, sucking on the beaded nipples. She cried out, crushing her chest to his face, and he lapped it up, desperate and hungry for more. Moving onto her second nipple, he did the same, feeling his orgasm.
Taking over, he fucked her hard, thrusting up within her body as he pulled her down, making her take him. They were both panting, the sounds of their pleasure echoing around the room.
With one final thrust upward, and drawing her down, Ugly Beast closed his eyes and groaned, sending wave upon wave of his cum deep within her.
“I could get used to this,” she said.
He knew he felt the same.
Chapter Eleven
“How many chickens have you wasted so far in your experiments to cook?” Raven asked.
Abriana stared into the oven, willing this one to work. “This is my tenth.”
“Really? You didn’t give up?”
“Why would I want to give up?”
Raven jumped off the kitchen counter and held up the takeout leaflets. “That’s why the good old world invented these. So women no longer had to cook.”
“I like cooking.”
“You do?”
She did, but nothing she cooked had been a success. She’d even failed to make mashed potatoes. She hadn’t boiled them for long enough, and they had been lumpy and horrible. Ugly Beast had started to eat them, but she couldn’t let him do that. He went out to work, every single day, and she wanted to make him a meal for when he got home. Most days, he took her with him. She’d be at the club with him, waiting for him to deal business. If she couldn’t be with him, he’d leave her with one of his members, be it a prospect or one of the club brothers.
Raven was with her the most.
“I do. I mean, one day, I hope to be good at it.”
“Come on, Abriana, what is this about?”
She shrugged. “It’s not about anything. Really.” She went to check the vegetables. They were cooked, and they no longer looked like she’d burnt them. They were bright green, with a slight crunch, and tasted like a vegetable.
The gravy needed the pan drippings, and the mashed potatoes were keeping warm in the other oven, on low, really low. They were not lumpy, or gloopy. So far, dinner had taken her five hours, but she had nothing else to do.
“What’s with the need to do something? Aren’t you supposed to like, shop, or knit, or do whatever it is mafia princesses do?”
Abriana sighed.
“See, that noise right there. You can pretend nothing is bothering you, but I know something is.”
“I never wanted to be someone who just shopped or knitted, or read. When my husband comes home, I wanted to be someone who mattered. I wanted to be someone he wanted to come home to. Food, and a nice home, isn’t that something? Ugly Beast earns a living. He keeps me safe, and the least I could do, is something. I don’t want him to spend his entire life eating takeout. Meals are supposed to mean something. Otherwise, I’m a waste of space. I can’t be that.” She felt tears fill her eyes.
“We’re home,” Ugly Beast said.
She quickly got her emotions in check, and the timer for the chicken went off.
“You’re many things, Abriana, but a waste of space is not one of them,” Raven said.
Abriana hoped no one heard their conversation.
Ugly Beast entered the kitchen. “You tested it yet?”
“I’m about to.”
She opened the oven, but Ugly Beast took the oven gloves away from her, and took out the large roasting tin.
Glancing around the kitchen, she did a quick head count and saw five of his club brothers would be joining them.